Dear readers,
This is my first poem. Please don't be too harsh in judging :) Thanks!
~Lids
I'm sitting on my bed, completely undressed I'm waiting for you to come near
My fingers reach down
And I pretend it's you
And I hear a soft whisper in my ear
I stick one in
And suddenly I'm taken
The pleasure is hard to bear
I pretend it's you
Licking, Sucking, Fucking
And then, I'm suddenly there
Thriving, twisting, moaning, screaming
If only it were really you
That could stick your fingers in between my walls
And finally make me feel true
Womanhood
It feels so good
Your fingers running along flesh
I pretend your mouth is on me now
Tasting my juices, my sex
No one could make me feel the same way
And it's not even you that's there
I lick my lips
Look at my fingertips
And I see that you seem scared
I whisper "it's OK, we should go all the way"
And I slip my fingers around my tongue
I pretend it's your member, sliding inside
Oh, I've wanted this for so long!
I can hear your moans clearly in my head
Even though I know they're not real
As you're about to reach your end
I pull you down to a kneel
You whisper sweet nothings in my ear
And I stick my fingers inside me
I pretend it's you dick
Long and thick
And I just can't stop thriving
I moan, groan, and kiss you
Even though I'm kissing the air
For even as much as I moan and I blush
You'll never really be there
But I can't give up this fantasy
I'm too far to turn back, and yet
And I've never felt so connected you see
To someone who I could never get
You see, I've loved you for a long time
I've always wanted you inside me
And now as I sit here, touching myself
I pretend your in me, driving
The wonder of your face
The love, the grace
The pleasure I can feel now
Can't even compare
To what I would fare
If you were to be here somehow
But although I know
You barely love me
I have hope that one day this can be true
And I think to myself
How good this has felt
And how much I could pleasure you
Always stuck in my own fantasies
Maybe I should just try
But I don't have much time for thinking
I'm about to run myself dry
My fingers pound harder
No, I mean you
You go harder and faster and yet
I can truly feel you filling me up
Even though we've never truly met
You don't know me, but I sure know you
I go through this pleasure every night
I'm hoping you're out there, doing the same
I hope that this is alright
Would this strike you as odd
The things I do
When in my bedroom alone,
Or would you join me
So possibly
We could start a family of our own?
Now I'm shaking the bed
The board banging against my head
As I fill myself up
No, it's you
Just wondering, hoping, praying
That one day it will really be you
I can clearly see
Though my eyes are closed
You staring into my face
You planting kisses on my nose
And pounding in my "special place"
It feels so good
Even though it's really me
I know you could do much better
And I can imagine more than you'd think
And that gets me even wetter
I wish you were here,
But this will have to do
And I've almost reached the end
As my juices flow out
And I moan and shout
You disappear, and I'm alone again